St. Peter

In the middle of hell Lies a little St. Peter In a hospital bed Burning up With a cloth to his head He is ridden by fever And I can't even tell Whether the demons have won And his mother is there with his brother tied to her back Praying as hard as she can to a god in a land that I think he forgot In the middle of hell Where death by mosquito Is as everyday as my coffee or your cigarette And she says God bless me She says God bless me And I shake my head Cause I can't see God in this hospital bed She says God bless me She says God bless me And I look away But as she lets go of my hand for the first time in this place I pray Amen Amen I got plenty to give But there's nothing to offer And the little I brought Comes far too late But I urge him to leave With a bottle of water He is 7 years old Sleeping outside pearly gates And his mother looks at me with eyes I will never let go They are angry and sad beyond measure and mad with a child-bearing love that I know In the middle of hell We just sit with each other On a hospital bed Begging for death to go home And she says God bless me She says God bless me And I shake my head Cause I can't see God in this hospital bed She says God bless me She says God bless me And I look away But as she lets go of my hand for the first time in this place I pray Amen Amen In the middle of hell Lies a little St. Peter In a hospital bed Burning up